Author's Notes: Just reading fanfics and such and listening to Nickelback and had this sheer URGE to write something. Something Reeve. Something sorta angsty. For my friend Fluffy because he wanted me to do a Reeve/Scarlet fic. One that didn't involve her cheating on him with disgusting people. Instead I got a sequel to what I refer to affectionately as Hyphen-Heaven, which is theme: Years. Go read it.

Theme: She

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Silk Sheets

Blazer, check. Dress shirts, check. Shoes, check. Toothbrush and other toiletries that were his, check. The paper back novel he kept by the bed, left over from long nights once she had grown bored of him, check. Glasses case with his reading glasses, check. Socks and other undergarments, check. Allergy medication, check. Watch she had given him for their anniversary… tossed onto her side of the bed and forgotten. Picture of him and the Turks at a bar, check. Sketchpad, check. Spare parts for Cait, check.

"You're blowing this all out of proportion," she sighed, seated on her side of the bed in that skimpy red dress she always wore when she was trying to get her way. Odd how that used to work on him. Odder still how he suddenly seemed immune to it. Then again, he did have the support this time around.

"Frankly Scarlet," a voice came from a chair in the corner, the chair at her makeup table, "I think he's taking this rather well, all things considered. Personally, I would have shot you. Not that the boss would have approved, but it would have been worth it. So feel lucky that Reeve took my gun away."

The blonde woman just glared at the Turk that seemed to have appointed himself the guardian of her husband. Well, soon to be ex-husband, but she wasn't aware of that part yet. Reeve was almost amused by that. She had no clue. She thought he'd come crawling back, like he'd made the mistake of doing so many times lately. Of course, Reno was far more amused at the idea of the prenuptial that she was bound by. That alone would make the divorce bitter for her. If she ever saw it coming. Maybe he was a pushover most of the time, but this was the day he was going to fix that. Fix everything.

"What do you know Reno?" Scarlet hissed angrily. "You're the reason he's leaving me. You and those little homo Turks you hang out with. Corrupting my darling Reeve's mind! How dare you come in here when you don't know what is going on and try to steal my husband away from me?"

"Says the bitch that drove him away from his own home," Reno countered, eyes blazing with what Reeve assumed was a righteous fury. Reno had a right to be mad. The fiery male was his best friend after all, the one who had been forced to pick up the pieces just two days ago when Reeve had encountered the sickening scene on his favorite couch.

Honestly, now, he couldn't see how he'd been blind enough not to notice. This was Scarlet they were talking about after all, who was hardly a pure and innocent woman. When she had lost interest in all the things he had THOUGHT made their relationship worthwhile, he should have known. When the living room smelled like cigars and she took up smoking, he should have known. When she left work early, even for her, he should have known. The fact that he hadn't was what made him so mad now, what made him clench his fists so hard that his nails cut into his palm and left blood oozing out of crescent shaped cuts.

"Drove him away?" Scarlet demanded. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to…"

"Get caught?" Reno offered, cutting her off easily and supplying his own ending to what would have been another pointless apology.

"Stop it. Both of you," Reeve finally spoke up, for the first time since arriving in what had once been his pride and joy of a home.

The red-head fell silent instantly, and when Scarlet opened her mouth to speak further it was the powerful glare from Reeve that held her words at bay. Finally the suitcase was closed and zipped, and Reno rose to take the thing for his friend. It had been the idea of the Turk actually, for Reeve to stay out of the house until Scarlet was thrown out on her ass, until the place could truly belong to the executive again. But who knew taking charge of your life after so long could be so hard?

"Scarlet, I expect you out of the house by the end of next week. There will be one of the junior Turks here at all times to make sure you don't take anything that isn't yours and do no further damage to my home. My lawyer should be getting in touch with you soon, there will be things for you to sign…"

"You can't DO THIS!" the blonde screeched, grabbing up a photo from their wedding, a photo that had always been at their bedside, and flinging it at the dark haired executive. Were it not for Reno being there the thing surely would have made it's mark, but as it was the Turk snatched it out of the air just inches from its intended target.

"I'd call that assault," Reno sighed, placing the picture on the makeup table and slowly standing. Reeve's bag was taken into his hand and slowly the younger male pushed his best friend through the bedroom door.

They listened to her shrieking and making a uproar as they headed downstairs. By the time they got to the door that Reeve had recently noticed wasn't the white he hadn't intended they could faintly hear the sound of her ripping something. Their bedding probably. Oddly enough Reeve couldn't find it in him to care. He'd be replacing the stuff either way. She'd always liked that terrible red anyway. It would be nice to have a new color. Hunter green maybe. A smile actually adorned his previously deadpan features at the idea. Because really… Reno would look good stretched out on hunter green silk sheets.

"Ready for some booze?" Reno asked, Reeve's bag casually over his shoulder and a grin on his face.

"Absolutely."